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Unhurriedly, as if the guest who had already made an appointment calmly knocked on the door. It was not loud, but it was very clear, not like it was through a closed stone wall, but it seemed to ring directly in their ears.

The location was clear—that was exactly what Fili was referring to, the location of the secret door.

As they listened with bated breath with suspicion and vigilance, the tapping no longer sounded. Filly exchanged glances with Ed, who took the torch knowingly, drew his sword and handed it back to him, watching with some unease as he walked towards the wall.

The paladin didn't get too close, and he didn't make any attacking poses. He stood there, the tip of his sword hanging to the ground, his eyes narrowed slightly. While Ed involuntarily became more and more nervous during the long wait, he was always relaxed almost as if he was in a daze.

However, the moment the secret door opened silently, his sword had already rushed straight out like a snake, not powerful enough, but with a viciousness that Ed had never seen before.

But he immediately put away his sword and retreated, even a little embarrassed.

A figure stumbled in through the crack in the door and staggered to the ground.

The paladin who had just retreated subconsciously wanted to reach out and pull him, but he withdrew his hand in time, allowing the boy to fall to the ground.

And Ed was already crying out in surprise: "...... Your Majesty?!"

That's Frederick.

The little king turned his head hesitantly to look at him, as if he had seen nothing. His eyes were blank in too much shock and fear, his bloodless face turned white, his thin lips trembled, but he couldn't make a sound.

The sound of the two swords clashing was crisp and piercing. Fili raised his sword again, and with all his might to block the oncoming blow, he couldn't help but take a few steps back to gain a foothold.

Ante walked in slowly, the secret door closing behind him in the blink of an eye. Ed's heart pounded, but his mind was still thinking inexplicably - who was knocking on the door?

He shook off the lingering doubts and focused his attention on the predicament in front of him. Last time, they had to rely on Oylan's help to pose a threat to Ante, and this time, he and Fili, who were already half-dead, were definitely not Ante's opponents.

His gaze fell back to the ground. He was still powerless to cast spells, and the runes were clearly able to ignore Lockburg's prohibitions, but he didn't know the language of dragons, and his mastery of the language of the gods was only recognizable when he saw it......

What's the use of that?

In his agitation, he heard Ante's hoarse and deep voice: "You're still alive...... Very good. ”

He figured that Ante didn't take him to heart. The former king, who was neither alive nor dead, probably did not look at him more, but only raised his eyebrows without fear, and looked directly at him provocatively, turning to his son, who had not yet risen from the ground, and splitting his blue-gray lips.

"You," he said, "kill him." ”

A short sword fell to the ground and fell to the boy's hand.

Ed understood in an instant—did he want his son, as he had done, to sacrifice the blood and lives of the people he cherished as a sacrifice to the gods?!

"Are you crazy?!" he blurted out.

Ante gave him a cold, twisted smile in return.

Frederick didn't seem to understand the sentence at all. He stiffly raised his head and subconsciously looked away, instinctively refusing to look at Ante's face. In the midst of overwhelming fear, he trembled and reached for Fili's calf—a plea for help rather than an attack.

Even after Filly frowned and avoided him very clearly, he crawled like a panicked child and tried to hide behind Filly.

That clearly infuriated Ante. His roar was more like the roar of a wild beast, but at least he wasn't mad enough to raise his sword and slash at his son.

The greatsword brought a heavy sound of wind. He slashed at Filly again, with a terrible force that seemed to be enough to split Filly in half from head to toe.

Ed staggered to his feet, staggering in his scabbard, chills.

He was powerless, but he couldn't look away for a moment.

The paladin was caught between Frederick and the wall, and there was no way to avoid it, so he simply kicked the wall, and with the help of his strength, he rushed forward, and even the man and the sword slammed straight into Ante.

He knew it wouldn't hurt Ante—there wasn't a shred of life force in this cold, stiff body for him to draw from, and Ante couldn't get any strength from him.

...... They are such similar and different monsters. The thought almost made the paladin laugh out loud.

His sword grazed past Ante's waist, only a small spark scraping into the chain mail. Ante's movements were much quicker than he remembered. It doesn't seem so surprising to look at his face, which has been almost completely restored.

He took advantage of the momentum to roll and escape from the range of the greatsword's attack, but he couldn't help but glance at Frederick.

Frederick cowered by the wall, staring at him in a daze, his eyes lit up with shame, despair, and resentment as if he had been abandoned.

Filly's heart sank—but there was little time to comfort the child.

Before he could get up, he had to swing his sword to block, and his arm, which had little strength left, hurt as if it was about to break, and the blessed long sword couldn't withstand the successive blows, making a frightening crisp sound.

A bright light flashed from the corner of his eye, and the long sword that had accompanied him for more than ten years suddenly broke. He subconsciously turned his head to avoid the scattered fragments, still holding the half-broken sword in his hand.

"Your God has forsaken you...... Knight. Every word Ante spat out was full of malice, "Give up, at least I can still make your life empty...... It makes a little sense. ”

Filly grinned, evoking a mocking sneer.

He won't break down easily because of this.

"You don't count that. He said, reaching out and pulling out another dagger from his waist.

His twin swords are average, but they always have to fight, even if they delay time, they have to drag it out until the last moment. If Scott can make it in time...... He's going to beat him up, too.

His gaze swept behind Ante, his expression froze slightly.

Frederick finally stood up and picked up the dagger that had been thrown to the ground. He still couldn't look up at Ante. His hand gripping the hilt of his sword trembled violently...... But he was on his father's side after all.

Ante's low laughter was like the torn chirp of a night owl, sharp, broken, and frenzied.

“...... Don't be stupid!" Fili said angrily, knowing that this might be adding fuel to the fire, but he couldn't suppress the anger and disappointment, "Do you want to be a monster like him?!"

The young man looked at him in silence, his eyes flickering, but his expression gradually became cold.

"It's better than ......," he said, "than nothing." ”